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Toodles Mr. Jim, you cherry picker Toodles, I say so long Hear that your grave's a little warm you stickler Sing them all your happy song It's today, today, Sunday By your grave. I say toodles Mr. Jim you cherry picker You taught me so well how to spell those Red... And.. Hey you know she deserved that nose Splattered and swaggered Blood in my hands Not a nice day for your little girl But you came to my aid instead. Now it's toodles Mr. Jim you cherry picker Build that ladder well Teach me how those boys can climb When they've got a spell. Toodles Mr. Jim You are my sweet favorite neighbor of them all Girls go to their parties I don't care Cause I'm with you still... That was Toodles Mr. Jim. Mr. Jim died two weeks ago and he taught me how to pick cherries and I punched his daughter in the nose because she was mean! Mr. Jim was good. |
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